Also in Dayton, a black poet by the name of L. P. Dunbar was born in raised in this little town.
And Dayton, is where the famous Andrew Bourne spent his day yesterday.
In the jeep, we made a long one hour drive on the interstate to this Ohioan city. After getting there, we parked in a lot across the street from the Wright Bicycle Co., the Wrights fourth location for making and selling and repairing bikes.
Walking over, we went to the National Park building by it. It was a little behind the bicycle shop, and had a huge erected stone sign and large memorial with the Wrights and Dunbar. Not only did this building have a museum and movie about The Wright Brothers, it also had those about Dunbar. We went in to this building, got the sitch (situation for you old timers) about the things the place had to offer, and asked for lunch suggestions. The guy we were talking to didn't get out much (if you know what I mean) and had fairly long hair, a scruffy beard, glasses, and a nerd if there ever was one. He obivously was new on the job, and answered questions with going into a long paragraph about the subject, but not answering what you asked! He was not exactly a people person. We found out later that he is the historian for the museum.
Anyway, before going into the museum and bicycle shop, we went off in search of some sandwich shop, something quick, easy to get, not fancy, and still filling. We found a Subway in the town, and when we finished there went back to the museum, and first went into the bicycle shop. There we saw their little work area, and saw some of their first made bicycles. When the ranger said this was their fourth, I asked where the other three were. She turned to face me. "Four," she corrected me. "I was about to say that they had a fifth, directly across the street," she said, pointing. I was puzzled to see an empty space. "Because they were about to demolish it, Mr. Henry Ford escovated that building and moved it to Greenfield Village, along with a lot of other old houses. The other 3 were: #3 was turned into an ice cream shop (and still is) #2 burned to the ground, and #1 was demolished sometime in the 80's. The Wright house is also in Greenfield, but there is a porch where the real porch would be. "
"We're going to Greenfield tomorrow," Dad said. "What a funny coincidence."
"Oh wow," a woman with blonde hair said. "You'll just have to see it up there, then."
We saw some other things in that small building, and learned that the Wrights made the airplane to work somewhat like a bike, where in both you need to balance. It was cool.
Then, we saw the museum, learning of the Wrights' childhood, parents, and social status. There father was a bishop, and they had three other siblings. We also learned of the Wrights' days in the printing building, and that letters get the names uppercase and lower case from capital letters being kept in the upper case and small letters being kept in the lower case of the printing cabinet. Isn't that cool?
After seeing all that cool stuff, we actually spent two hours seeing all the war planes in the Air Force Museum. It was really awesome, having all different kinds of planes, from bombers to commercial. It was really rad. (Wait, am I allowed to say rad with this audience?)
We should of made a day in it's own. The Air Force Museum was so cool, but you live and learn.
That night, we went to the grocery store, got some gas, and got home at 8.
"Orville, can you look at the plane dramactically while I take this picture?",
Andrew.
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